It matters not to Time what flesh you wear,
or type of hair or color skin. Time’s blood
combines with Chaos-seeds, with faith to bear
the length-infinity. Embrace the good

inherent in our souls of love, the glove
of flesh materialed has need by id
to separate the choices found above
an earth-bound mind. Beyond the castoff lid

of spatiality, we’ll see true home
of spirit-minds; all welcome beings flights
of unique lights; the visuals that come
when love has won and opened up our sights.

As Mother Time and Father Seed explain,
“We are all one.” -- souled-birth will be our gain.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 10/16/04